(Chandipur. A peaceful seaside resort.)
Where the waves crash on the rocks, relentlessly in a futile, foamy rage;
where the swiftness of high tide took you by surprise and swept away your new flip-flops in a frothy swirl;
where you waited, by the slippery rocks; weaving garlands out of fragrant oleanders;for the sun to drown itself in the blue-grey expanse.
Where time stood still and watched the sea by your side
took you by the hand and surfed the breakers
And I watched in awe from the beach
not knowing you could do this and that too
being a perfect you
in a perfect place called
Chandipur
Where the waves crash on the rocks, relentlessly in a futile, foamy rage;
where the swiftness of high tide took you by surprise and swept away your new flip-flops in a frothy swirl;
where you waited, by the slippery rocks; weaving garlands out of fragrant oleanders;for the sun to drown itself in the blue-grey expanse.
Where time stood still and watched the sea by your side
took you by the hand and surfed the breakers
And I watched in awe from the beach
not knowing you could do this and that too
being a perfect you
in a perfect place called
Chandipur
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